The love of praise, howe'er conceal'd by art, Reigns more or less, and glows in ev'ry heart.

Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 51.

Some for renown, on scraps of learning dote, And think they grow immortal as they quote.

Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 89.

Titles are marks of honest men, and wise; The fool or knave that wears a title lies.

Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 145.

They that on glorious ancestors enlarge, Produce their debt instead of their discharge.

Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 147.

None think the great unhappy but the great.[310-2]

Love of Fame. Satire i. Line 238.

Unlearned men of books assume the care, As eunuchs are the guardians of the fair.

Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 83.

The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.

Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 165.

Where Nature's end of language is declin'd, And men talk only to conceal the mind.[310-3]

Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 207.

Be wise with speed; A fool at forty is a fool indeed.

Love of Fame. Satire ii. Line 282.

And waste their music on the savage race.[311-1]

Love of Fame. Satire v. Line 228.

For her own breakfast she 'll project a scheme, Nor take her tea without a stratagem.

Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 190.

Think naught a trifle, though it small appear; Small sands the mountain, moments make the year, And trifles life.

Love of Fame. Satire vi. Line 208.

One to destroy is murder by the law, And gibbets keep the lifted hand in awe; To murder thousands takes a specious name, War's glorious art, and gives immortal fame.

Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 55.

How commentators each dark passage shun, And hold their farthing candle to the sun.

Love of Fame. Satire vii. Line 97.

The man that makes a character makes foes.

To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 28.

Their feet through faithless leather met the dirt, And oftener chang'd their principles than shirt.

To Mr. Pope. Epistle i. Line 277.

Accept a miracle instead of wit,— See two dull lines with Stanhope's pencil writ.

Lines written with the Diamond Pencil of Lord Chesterfield.

Time elaborately thrown away.

The Last Day. Book i.

There buds the promise of celestial worth.

The Last Day. Book iii.

In records that defy the tooth of time.

The Statesman's Creed.

Great let me call him, for he conquered me.

The Revenge. Act i. Sc. 1.

Souls made of fire, and children of the sun, With whom revenge is virtue.

The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2.

The blood will follow where the knife is driven, The flesh will quiver where the pincers tear.

The Revenge. Act v. Sc. 2.

And friend received with thumps upon the back.[312-1]

Universal Passion.

FOOTNOTES:

[306-3] See Congreve, page 295.

[307-1] Suetonius says of the Emperor Titus: "Once at supper, reflecting that he had done nothing for any that day, he broke out into that memorable and justly admired saying, 'My friends, I have lost a day!'"—SUETONIUS: Lives of the Twelve Caesars. (Translation by Alexander Thomson.)

[308-1] See Shakespeare, page 143.

[308-2] See Beaumont and Fletcher, page 198. Dryden, page 272.

[308-3] Man wants but little here below, Nor wants that little long.

GOLDSMITH: The Hermit, stanza 8.

[308-4] See Dryden, page 268.

[308-5] See Dryden, page 270.

[309-1] See Dryden, page 268.

[309-2] See Bishop Hall, page 182.

[309-3] See Quarles, page 203.

[309-4] Stern Ruin's ploughshare drives elate Full on thy bloom.

BURNS: To a Mountain Daisy.

[310-1] See Sir Thomas Browne, page 218.

[310-2] See Nicholas Rowe, page 301.

[310-3] Speech was made to open man to man, and not to hide him; to promote commerce, and not betray it.—LLOYD: State Worthies (1665; edited by Whitworth), vol. i. p. 503.

Speech was given to the ordinary sort of men whereby to communicate their mind; but to wise men, whereby to conceal it.—ROBERT SOUTH: Sermon, April 30, 1676.

The true use of speech is not so much to express our wants as to conceal them.—GOLDSMITH: The Bee, No. 3. (Oct. 20, 1759.)

When Harel wished to put a joke or witticism into circulation, he was in the habit of connecting it with some celebrated name, on the chance of reclaiming it if it took. Thus he assigned to Talleyrand, in the "Nain Jaune," the phrase, "Speech was given to man to disguise his thoughts."—FOURNIER: L'Esprit dans l'Histoire.

[311-1] And waste their sweetness on the desert air.—GRAY: Elegy, stanza 14. CHURCHILL: Gotham, book ii. line 20.

[312-1] The man that hails you Tom or Jack, And proves, by thumping on your back.

COWPER: On Friendship.

BISHOP BERKELEY. 1684-1753.

Westward the course of empire takes its way;[312-2] The four first acts already past, A fifth shall close the drama with the day: Time's noblest offspring is the last.

On the Prospect of Planting Arts and Learning in America.

Our youth we can have but to-day, We may always find time to grow old.

Can Love be controlled by Advice?[312-3]

[Tar water] is of a nature so mild and benign and proportioned to the human constitution, as to warm without heating, to cheer but not inebriate.[312-4]

First, then, a woman will or won't, depend on 't; If she will do 't, she will; and there 's an end on 't. But if she won't, since safe and sound your trust is, Fear is affront, and jealousy injustice.[313-1]

Zara. Epilogue.

Tender-handed stroke a nettle, And it stings you for your pains; Grasp it like a man of mettle, And it soft as silk remains.

'T is the same with common natures: Use 'em kindly, they rebel; But be rough as nutmeg-graters, And the rogues obey you well.

Verses written on a window in Scotland.

FOOTNOTES:

[313-1] The following lines are copied from the pillar erected on the mount in the Dane John Field, Canterbury:—

Where is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a woman's will? For if she will, she will, you may depend on 't; And if she won't, she won't; so there 's an end on 't.

The Examiner, May 31, 1829.

THOMAS TICKELL. 1686-1740.

Just men, by whom impartial laws were given; And saints who taught and led the way to heaven.

On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 41.

Nor e'er was to the bowers of bliss conveyed A fairer spirit or more welcome shade.

On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 45.

There taught us how to live; and (oh, too high The price for knowledge!) taught us how to die.[313-2]

On the Death of Mr. Addison. Line 81.

The sweetest garland to the sweetest maid.

To a Lady with a Present of Flowers.

I hear a voice you cannot hear, Which says I must not stay; I see a hand you cannot see, Which beckons me away.

Colin and Lucy.

FOOTNOTES:

[313-2] He who should teach men to die, would at the same time teach them to live.—MONTAIGNE: Essays, book i. chap. ix.

I have taught you, my dear flock, for above thirty years how to live; and I will show you in a very short time how to die.—SANDYS: Anglorum Speculum, p. 903.

Teach him how to live, And, oh still harder lesson! how to die.

PORTEUS: Death, line 316.

He taught them how to live and how to die.—SOMERVILLE: In Memory of the Rev. Mr. Moore.

SAMUEL MADDEN. 1687-1765.

Some write their wrongs in marble: he more just, Stoop'd down serene and wrote them in the dust,— Trod under foot, the sport of every wind, Swept from the earth and blotted from his mind. There, secret in the grave, he bade them lie, And grieved they could not 'scape the Almighty eye.

Boulter's Monument.

Words are men's daughters, but God's sons are things.[314-1]

Boulter's Monument.

FOOTNOTES:

[314-1] See Herbert, page 206.

ALEXANDER POPE. 1688-1744.

Awake, my St. John! leave all meaner things To low ambition and the pride of kings. Let us (since life can little more supply Than just to look about us, and to die) Expatiate free o'er all this scene of man; A mighty maze! but not without a plan.[314-2]

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 1.

Together let us beat this ample field, Try what the open, what the covert yield.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 9.

Eye Nature's walks, shoot folly as it flies, And catch the manners living as they rise; Laugh where we must, be candid where we can, But vindicate the ways of God to man.[315-1]

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 13.

Say first, of God above or man below, What can we reason but from what we know?

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 17.

'T is but a part we see, and not a whole.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 60.

Heaven from all creatures hides the book of Fate, All but the page prescrib'd, their present state.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 77.

Pleased to the last, he crops the flowery food, And licks the hand just raised to shed his blood.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 83.

Who sees with equal eye, as God of all, A hero perish or a sparrow fall, Atoms or systems into ruin hurl'd, And now a bubble burst, and now a world.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 87.

Hope springs eternal in the human breast: Man never is, but always to be blest.[315-2] The soul, uneasy and confined from home, Rests and expatiates in a life to come.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 95.

Lo, the poor Indian! whose untutor'd mind Sees God in clouds, or hears him in the wind; His soul proud Science never taught to stray Far as the solar walk or milky way.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 99.

But thinks, admitted to that equal sky, His faithful dog shall bear him company.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 111.

In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies. Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell, Aspiring to be angels, men rebel.

Why has not man a microscopic eye? For this plain reason,—man is not a fly.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 193.

Die of a rose in aromatic pain.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 200.

The spider's touch, how exquisitely fine! Feels at each thread, and lives along the line.[316-2]

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 217.

Remembrance and reflection how allied! What thin partitions sense from thought divide![316-3]

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 225.

All are but parts of one stupendous whole, Whose body Nature is, and God the soul.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 267.

Warms in the sun, refreshes in the breeze, Glows in the stars, and blossoms in the trees.

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 271.

As full, as perfect, in vile man that mourns As the rapt seraph that adores and burns: To Him no high, no low, no great, no small;[316-4] He fills, he bounds, connects, and equals all!

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 277.

All nature is but art, unknown to thee; All chance, direction, which thou canst not see; All discord, harmony not understood; All partial evil, universal good; And spite of pride, in erring reason's spite, One truth is clear, Whatever is, is right.[316-5]

Essay on Man. Epistle i. Line 289.

Know then thyself, presume not God to scan; The proper study of mankind is man.[317-1]

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 1.

Chaos of thought and passion, all confused; Still by himself abused or disabused; Created half to rise, and half to fall; Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all; Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled,— The glory, jest, and riddle of the world.[317-2]

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 13.

Fix'd like a plant on his peculiar spot, To draw nutrition, propagate, and rot.

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 63.

In lazy apathy let stoics boast Their virtue fix'd: 't is fix'd as in a frost; Contracted all, retiring to the breast; But strength of mind is exercise, not rest.

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 101.

On life's vast ocean diversely we sail, Reason the card, but passion is the gale.

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 107.

And hence one master-passion in the breast, Like Aaron's serpent, swallows up the rest.

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 131.

The young disease, that must subdue at length, Grows with his growth, and strengthens with his strength.

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 135.

Extremes in nature equal ends produce; In man they join to some mysterious use.

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 205.

Vice is a monster of so frightful mien, As to be hated needs but to be seen;[317-3] Yet seen too oft, familiar with her face, We first endure, then pity, then embrace.

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 217.

Ask where 's the North? At York 't is on the Tweed; In Scotland at the Orcades; and there, At Greenland, Zembla, or the Lord knows where.

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 222.

Virtuous and vicious every man must be,— Few in the extreme, but all in the degree.

Essay on Man. Epistle ii. Line 231.

Hope travels through, nor quits us when we die. Behold the child, by Nature's kindly law, Pleased with a rattle, tickled with a straw; Some livelier plaything gives his youth delight, A little louder, but as empty quite; Scarfs, garters, gold, amuse his riper stage, And beads and prayer-books are the toys of age. Pleased with this bauble still, as that before, Till tired he sleeps, and life's poor play is o'er.

Learn of the little nautilus to sail, Spread the thin oar, and catch the driving gale.

Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 177.

The enormous faith of many made for one.

Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 242.

For forms of government let fools contest; Whate'er is best administer'd is best. For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight; His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.[318-2] In faith and hope the world will disagree, But all mankind's concern is charity.

Essay on Man. Epistle iii. Line 303.

O happiness! our being's end and aim! Good, pleasure, ease, content! whate'er thy name: That something still which prompts the eternal sigh, For which we bear to live, or dare to die.

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 1.

Order is Heaven's first law.

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 49.

Reason's whole pleasure, all the joys of sense, Lie in three words,—health, peace, and competence.

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 79.

The soul's calm sunshine and the heartfelt joy.

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 168.

Honour and shame from no condition rise; Act well your part, there all the honour lies.

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 193.

Worth makes the man, and want of it the fellow; The rest is all but leather or prunello.

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 203.

What can ennoble sots or slaves or cowards? Alas! not all the blood of all the Howards.

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 215.

A wit 's a feather, and a chief a rod; An honest man 's the noblest work of God.[319-1]

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 247.

Plays round the head, but comes not to the heart. One self-approving hour whole years outweighs Of stupid starers and of loud huzzas; And more true joy Marcellus exil'd feels Than Caesar with a senate at his heels. In parts superior what advantage lies? Tell (for you can) what is it to be wise? 'T is but to know how little can be known; To see all others' faults, and feel our own.

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 254.

Truths would you teach, or save a sinking land? All fear, none aid you, and few understand.

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 261.

If parts allure thee, think how Bacon shin'd, The wisest, brightest, meanest of mankind! Or ravish'd with the whistling of a name,[319-2] See Cromwell, damn'd to everlasting fame![319-3]

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 281.

Know then this truth (enough for man to know),— "Virtue alone is happiness below."

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 309.

Never elated when one man 's oppress'd; Never dejected while another 's bless'd.

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 323.

Slave to no sect, who takes no private road, But looks through Nature up to Nature's God.[320-1]

Essay on Man. Epistle iv. Line 331.

Form'd by thy converse, happily to steer From grave to gay, from lively to severe.[320-2]

True wit is Nature to advantage dress'd, What oft was thought, but ne'er so well express'd.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 97.

Words are like leaves; and where they most abound, Much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 109.

Such labour'd nothings, in so strange a style, Amaze th' unlearn'd and make the learned smile.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 126.

In words, as fashions, the same rule will hold, Alike fantastic if too new or old: Be not the first by whom the new are tried, Nor yet the last to lay the old aside.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 133.

Some to church repair, Not for the doctrine, but the music there. These equal syllables alone require, Though oft the ear the open vowels tire; While expletives their feeble aid to join, And ten low words oft creep in one dull line.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 142.

A needless Alexandrine ends the song, That like a wounded snake drags its slow length along.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 156.

True ease in writing comes from art, not chance, As those move easiest who have learn'd to dance. 'T is not enough no harshness gives offence,— The sound must seem an echo to the sense.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 162.

Soft is the strain when zephyr gently blows, And the smooth stream in smoother numbers flows; But when loud surges lash the sounding shore, The hoarse rough verse should like the torrent roar. When Ajax strives some rock's vast weight to throw, The line too labours, and the words move slow: Not so when swift Camilla scours the plain, Flies o'er th' unbending corn, and skims along the main.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 166.

Yet let not each gay turn thy rapture move; For fools admire, but men of sense approve.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 190.

But let a lord once own the happy lines, How the wit brightens! how the style refines!

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 220.

Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow proves the substance true.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 266.

To err is human, to forgive divine.[325-1]

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 325.

All seems infected that th' infected spy, As all looks yellow to the jaundic'd eye.

Essay on Criticism. Part ii. Line 358.

And make each day a critic on the last.

Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 12.

Men must be taught as if you taught them not, And things unknown propos'd as things forgot.

Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 15.

The bookful blockhead, ignorantly read, With loads of learned lumber in his head.

Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 53.

Most authors steal their works, or buy; Garth did not write his own Dispensary.

Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 59.

For fools rush in where angels fear to tread.[325-2]

Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 66.

Led by the light of the Maeonian star.

Essay on Criticism. Part iii. Line 89.

Content if hence th' unlearn'd their wants may view, The learn'd reflect on what before they knew.[325-3]

The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.

The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 21.

Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.

The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 117.

The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever!

The Rape of the Lock. Canto iii. Line 153.

Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.

The Rape of the Lock. Canto iv. Line 123.

Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.

The Rape of the Lock. Canto v. Line 34.

Shut, shut the door, good John! fatigued, I said; Tie up the knocker! say I 'm sick, I 'm dead.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 1.

Fire in each eye, and papers in each hand, They rave, recite, and madden round the land.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 5.

E'en Sunday shines no Sabbath day to me.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 12.

Is there a parson much bemused in beer, A maudlin poetess, a rhyming peer, A clerk foredoom'd his father's soul to cross, Who pens a stanza when he should engross?

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 15.

Friend to my life, which did not you prolong, The world had wanted many an idle song.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 27.

Obliged by hunger and request of friends.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 44.

Fired that the house rejects him, "'Sdeath! I 'll print it, And shame the fools."

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 61.

No creature smarts so little as a fool.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 84.

Destroy his fib or sophistry—in vain! The creature 's at his dirty work again.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 91.

As yet a child, nor yet a fool to fame, I lisp'd in numbers, for the numbers came.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 127.

Pretty! in amber to observe the forms Of hairs, or straws, or dirt, or grubs, or worms![327-1] The things, we know, are neither rich nor rare, But wonder how the devil they got there.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 169.

Means not, but blunders round about a meaning; And he whose fustian 's so sublimely bad, It is not poetry, but prose run mad.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 186.

Should such a man, too fond to rule alone, Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.[327-2]

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 197.

Damn with faint praise, assent with civil leer, And without sneering teach the rest to sneer;[327-3] Willing to wound, and yet afraid to strike, Just hint a fault, and hesitate dislike.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 201.

By flatterers besieg'd, And so obliging that he ne'er oblig'd; Like Cato, give his little senate laws,[327-4] And sit attentive to his own applause.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 207.

Who but must laugh, if such a man there be? Who would not weep, if Atticus were he?

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 213.

"On wings of winds came flying all abroad."[327-5]

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 218.

Cursed be the verse, how well so e'er it flow, That tends to make one worthy man my foe.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 283.

Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel? Who breaks a butterfly upon a wheel?

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 307.

Eternal smiles his emptiness betray, As shallow streams run dimpling all the way.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 315.

Wit that can creep, and pride that licks the dust.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 333.

That not in fancy's maze he wander'd long, But stoop'd to truth, and moraliz'd his song.[328-1]

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 340.

Me let the tender office long engage To rock the cradle of reposing age; With lenient arts extend a mother's breath, Make languor smile, and smooth the bed of death; Explore the thought, explain the asking eye, And keep awhile one parent from the sky.

Epistle to Dr. Arbuthnot. Prologue to the Satires. Line 408.

Lord Fanny spins a thousand such a day.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 6.

Satire 's my weapon, but I 'm too discreet To run amuck, and tilt at all I meet.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 69.

But touch me, and no minister so sore; Whoe'er offends at some unlucky time Slides into verse, and hitches in a rhyme, Sacred to ridicule his whole life long, And the sad burden of some merry song.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 76.

Bare the mean heart that lurks behind a star.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 110.

There St. John mingles with my friendly bowl, The feast of reason and the flow of soul.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire i. Book ii. Line 127.

For I, who hold sage Homer's rule the best, Welcome the coming, speed the going guest.[328-2]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire ii. Book ii. Line 159.

Give me again my hollow tree, A crust of bread, and liberty.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Satire vi. Book ii. Line 220.

Do good by stealth, and blush to find it fame.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue i. Line 136.

To Berkeley every virtue under heaven.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epilogue to the Satires. Dialogue ii. Line 73.

When the brisk minor pants for twenty-one.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 38.

He 's armed without that 's innocent within.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 94.

Get place and wealth, if possible, with grace; If not, by any means get wealth and place.[329-1]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book i. Line 103.

Above all Greek, above all Roman fame.[329-2]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 26.

Authors, like coins, grow dear as they grow old.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 35.

The mob of gentlemen who wrote with ease.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 108.

One simile that solitary shines In the dry desert of a thousand lines.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 111.

Then marble soften'd into life grew warm, And yielding, soft metal flow'd to human form.[329-3]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 147.

Who says in verse what others say in prose.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 202.

Waller was smooth; but Dryden taught to join The varying verse, the full resounding line, The long majestic march, and energy divine.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 267.

E'en copious Dryden wanted or forgot The last and greatest art,—the art to blot.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 280.

Who pants for glory finds but short repose: A breath revives him, or a breath o'erthrows.[329-4]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 300.

There still remains to mortify a wit The many-headed monster of the pit.[329-5]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 304.

Praise undeserv'd is scandal in disguise.[330-1]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle i. Book ii. Line 413.

Years following years steal something every day; At last they steal us from ourselves away.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 72.

The vulgar boil, the learned roast, an egg.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 85.

Words that wise Bacon or brave Raleigh spoke.

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle ii. Book ii. Line 168.

Grac'd as thou art with all the power of words, So known, so honour'd at the House of Lords.[330-2]

Satires, Epistles, and Odes of Horace. Epistle vi. Book i. To Mr. Murray.

Vain was the chief's the sage's pride! They had no poet, and they died.

[317-2] What a chimera, then, is man! what a novelty, what a monster, what a chaos, what a subject of contradiction, what a prodigy! A judge of all things, feeble worm of the earth, depositary of the truth, cloaca of uncertainty and error, the glory and the shame of the universe.—PASCAL: Thoughts, chap. x.

[317-3] See Dryden, page 269.

[318-1] Why may not a goose say thus? . . . there is nothing that yon heavenly roof looks upon so favourably as me; I am the darling of Nature. Is it not man that keeps and serves me?—MONTAIGNE: Apology for Raimond Sebond.

[318-2] See Cowley, page 260.

[319-1] See Fletcher, page 183.

[319-2] See Cowley, page 262.

[319-3] May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.

[325-1] Then gently scan your brother man, Still gentler sister woman; Though they may gang a kennin' wrang, To step aside is human.

BURNS: Address to the Unco Guid.

[325-2] See Shakespeare, page 96.

[325-3] Indocti discant et ament meminisse periti (Let the unlearned learn, and the learned delight in remembering). This Latin hexameter, which is commonly ascribed to Horace, appeared for the first time as an epigraph to President Henault's "Abrege Chronologique," and in the preface to the third edition of this work Henault acknowledges that he had given it as a translation of this couplet.

[326-1] See Burton, page 191.

[327-1] See Bacon, page 168.

[327-2] See Denham, page 258.

[327-3] When needs he must, yet faintly then he praises; Somewhat the deed, much more the means he raises: So marreth what he makes, and praising most, dispraises.

P. FLETCHER: The Purple Island, canto vii.

[327-4] See page 336.

[327-5] See Sternhold, page 23.

[328-1] See Spenser, page 27.

[328-2] This line is repeated in the translation of the Odyssey, book xv. line 83, with "parting" instead of "going."

[329-4] A breath can make them as a breath has made.—GOLDSMITH: The Deserted Village, line 54.

[329-5] See Sidney, page 34.

[330-1] This line is from a poem entitled "To the Celebrated Beauties of the British Court," given in Bell's "Fugitive Poetry," vol. iii. p. 118.

The following epigram is from "The Grove," London, 1721:—

When one good line did much my wonder raise, In Br—st's works, I stood resolved to praise, And had, but that the modest author cries, "Praise undeserved is scandal in disguise."

On a certain line of Mr. Br——, Author of a Copy of Verses called the British Beauties.

[330-2] See Cibber, page 297.

[331-1] Another, yet the same.—TICKELL: From a Lady in England. JOHNSON: Life of Dryden. DARWIN: Botanic Garden, part i. canto iv. line 380. WORDSWORTH: The Excursion, Book ix. SCOTT: The Abbot, chap. i. HORACE: carmen secundum, line 10.

[331-2] May see thee now, though late, redeem thy name, And glorify what else is damn'd to fame.

SAVAGE: Character of Foster.

[331-3] See Shakespeare, page 131.

[331-4] See Addison, page 299.

[331-5] See Shakespeare, page 93.

This man [Chesterfield], I thought, had been a lord among wits; but I find he is only a wit among lords.—JOHNSON (Boswell's Life): vol. ii. ch. i.

A fool with judges, amongst fools a judge.—COWPER: Conversation, line 298.

Although too much of a soldier among sovereigns, no one could claim with better right to be a sovereign among soldiers.—WALTER SCOTT: Life of Napoleon.

He [Steele] was a rake among scholars, and a scholar among rakes.—MACAULAY: Review of Aikin's Life of Addison.

Temple was a man of the world among men of letters, a man of letters among men of the world.—MACAULAY: Review of Life and Writings of Sir William Temple.

Greswell in his "Memoirs of Politian" says that Sannazarius himself, inscribing to this lady [Cassandra Marchesia] an edition of his Italian Poems, terms her "delle belle eruditissima, delle erudite bellissima" (most learned of the fair; fairest of the learned).

(The good man prolongs his life; to be able to enjoy one's past life is to live twice).—MARTIAL: x. 237.

See Cowley, page 262.

[336-4] From Roscoe's edition of Pope, vol. v. p. 376; originally printed in Motte's "Miscellanies," 1727. In the edition of 1736 Pope says, "I must own that the prose part (the Thought on Various Subjects), at the end of the second volume, was wholly mine. January, 1734."

[337-1] The same line occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book viii. line 366.

[337-2] A mass enormous! which in modern days No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.

Book xx. line 337.

[338-1] As of the green leaves on a thick tree, some fall, and some grow.—Ecclesiasticus xiv. 18.

[338-2] The same line, with "soul" for "heart," occurs in the translation of the Odyssey, book xiv. line 181.

[339-1] He serves his party best who serves the country best.—RUTHERFORD B. HAYES: Inaugural Address, March 5, 1877.

[340-1] A friend is one soul abiding in two bodies.—DIOGENES LAERTIUS: On Aristotle.

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one.

BELLINGHAUSEN: Ingomar the Barbarian, act ii.

[340-2] Divinely fair.—TENNYSON: A Dream of Fair Women, xxii.

[341-1] See page 337.

[341-2] Unwept, unhonoured, and unsung.—SCOTT: Lay of the Last Minstrel.

[347-2] On the 14th of February, 1741, Macklin established his fame as an actor in the character of Shylock, in the "Merchant of Venice." . . . Macklin's performance of this character so forcibly struck a gentleman in the pit that he, as it were involuntarily, exclaimed,—

"This is the Jew That Shakespeare drew!"

It has been said that this gentleman was Mr. Pope, and that he meant his panegyric on Macklin as a satire against Lord Lansdowne.—Biographia Dramatica, vol. i. part ii. p. 469.

JOHN GAY. 1688-1732.

'T was when the sea was roaring With hollow blasts of wind, A damsel lay deploring, All on a rock reclin'd.

The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 8.

So comes a reckoning when the banquet 's o'er,— The dreadful reckoning, and men smile no more.[348-1]

The What d' ye call it. Act ii. Sc. 9.

'T is woman that seduces all mankind; By her we first were taught the wheedling arts.

The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1.

Over the hills and far away.[348-2]

The Beggar's Opera. Act i. Sc. 1.

If the heart of a man is depress'd with cares, The mist is dispell'd when a woman appears.

The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 1.

The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets.

The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2.

Brother, brother! we are both in the wrong.

The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2.

How happy could I be with either, Were t' other dear charmer away!

The Beggar's Opera. Act ii. Sc. 2.

The charge is prepar'd, the lawyers are met, The judges all ranged,—a terrible show!

The Beggar's Opera. Act iii. Sc. 2.

All in the Downs the fleet was moor'd.

Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan.

Adieu, she cried, and waved her lily hand.

Sweet William's Farewell to Black-eyed Susan.

Remote from cities liv'd a swain, Unvex'd with all the cares of gain; His head was silver'd o'er with age, And long experience made him sage.

Is there no hope? the sick man said; The silent doctor shook his head.

Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel.

While there is life there 's hope, he cried.[349-2]

Fables. Part i. The Sick Man and the Angel.

Those who in quarrels interpose Must often wipe a bloody nose.

Fables. Part i. The Mastiffs.

That raven on yon left-hand oak (Curse on his ill-betiding croak!) Bodes me no good.[349-3]

Fables. Part i. The Farmer's Wife and the Raven.

And when a lady 's in the case, You know all other things give place.

Fables. Part i. The Hare and many Friends.

Give me, kind Heaven, a private station, A mind serene for contemplation: Title and profit I resign; The post of honour shall be mine.[349-4]

Fables. Part ii. The Vulture, the Sparrow, and other Birds.

From wine what sudden friendship springs!

Fables. Part ii. The Squire and his Cur.

Life is a jest, and all things show it; I thought so once, but now I know it.

My own Epitaph.

FOOTNOTES:

[348-1] The time of paying a shot in a tavern among good fellows, or Pantagruelists, is still called in France a "quart d'heure de Rabelais,"—that is, Rabelais's quarter of an hour, when a man is uneasy or melancholy.—Life of Rabelais (Bohn's edition), p. 13.

[349-3] It was n't for nothing that the raven was just now croaking on my left hand.—PLAUTUS: Aulularia, act iv. sc. 3.

[349-4] See Addison, page 298.

LADY MARY WORTLEY MONTAGU. 1690-1762.

Let this great maxim be my virtue's guide,— In part she is to blame that has been tried: He comes too near that comes to be denied.[350-1]

The Lady's Resolve.

And we meet, with champagne and a chicken, at last.[350-2]

The Lover.

Be plain in dress, and sober in your diet; In short, my deary, kiss me, and be quiet.

A Summary of Lord Lyttelton's Advice.

Satire should, like a polished razor keen, Wound with a touch that 's scarcely felt or seen.

To the Imitator of the First Satire of Horace. Book ii.

But the fruit that can fall without shaking Indeed is too mellow for me.

The Answer.

FOOTNOTES:

[350-1] A fugitive piece, written on a window by Lady Montagu, after her marriage (1713). See Overbury, page 193.

[350-2] What say you to such a supper with such a woman?—BYRON: Note to a Second Letter on Bowles.

CHARLES MACKLIN. 1690-1797.

The law is a sort of hocus-pocus science, that smiles in yer face while it picks yer pocket; and the glorious uncertainty of it is of mair use to the professors than the justice of it.

Love a la Mode. Act ii. Sc. 1.

Every tub must stand upon its bottom.[350-3]

The Man of the World. Act i. Sc. 2.

FOOTNOTES:

[350-3] See Bunyan, page 265.

JOHN BYROM. 1691-1763.

God bless the King,—I mean the faith's defender! God bless—no harm in blessing—the Pretender! But who pretender is, or who is king,— God bless us all!—that 's quite another thing.

To an Officer of the Army, extempore.

Take time enough: all other graces Will soon fill up their proper places.[351-1]

Advice to Preach Slow.

Some say, compar'd to Bononcini, That Mynheer Handel 's but a ninny; Others aver that he to Handel Is scarcely fit to hold a candle. Strange all this difference should be 'Twixt Tweedledum and Tweedledee.

On the Feuds between Handel and Bononcini.[351-2]

As clear as a whistle.

Epistle to Lloyd. I.

The point is plain as a pike-staff.[351-3]

Epistle to a Friend.

Bone and Skin, two millers thin, Would starve us all, or near it; But be it known to Skin and Bone That Flesh and Blood can't bear it.

Epigram on Two Monopolists.

Thus adorned, the two heroes, 'twixt shoulder and elbow, Shook hands and went to 't; and the word it was bilbow.

Upon a Trial of Skill between the Great Masters of the Noble Science of Defence, Messrs. Figg and Sutton.

FOOTNOTES:

[351-1] See Walker, page 265.

[351-2] Nourse asked me if I had seen the verses upon Handel and Bononcini, not knowing that they were mine.—Byrom's Remains (Chetham Soc.), vol. i. p. 173.

The last two lines have been attributed to Swift and Pope (see Scott's edition of Swift, and Dyce's edition of Pope).

And but herself admits no parallel.—MASSINGER: Duke of Milan, act iv. sc. 3.

JAMES BRAMSTON. —— -1744.

What 's not devoured by Time's devouring hand? Where 's Troy, and where 's the Maypole in the Strand?

Art of Politics.

But Titus said, with his uncommon sense, When the Exclusion Bill was in suspense: "I hear a lion in the lobby roar; Say, Mr. Speaker, shall we shut the door And keep him there, or shall we let him in To try if we can turn him out again?"[352-2]

Art of Politics.

So Britain's monarch once uncovered sat, While Bradshaw bullied in a broad-brimmed hat.

Man of Taste.

FOOTNOTES:

[352-2] I hope, said Colonel Titus, we shall not be wise as the frogs to whom Jupiter gave a stork for their king. To trust expedients with such a king on the throne would be just as wise as if there were a lion in the lobby, and we should vote to let him in and chain him, instead of fastening the door to keep him out.—On the Exclusion Bill, Jan. 7, 1681.

EARL OF CHESTERFIELD. 1694-1773.

Whatever is worth doing at all, is worth doing well.

Letter, March 10, 1746.

I knew once a very covetous, sordid fellow,[352-3] who used to say, "Take care of the pence, for the pounds will take care of themselves."

Letter, Nov. 6, 1747.

Sacrifice to the Graces.[353-1]

Letter, March 9, 1748.

Manners must adorn knowledge, and smooth its way through the world. Like a great rough diamond, it may do very well in a closet by way of curiosity, and also for its intrinsic value.

Letter, July 1, 1748.

Style is the dress of thoughts.

Letter, Nov. 24, 1749.

Despatch is the soul of business.

Letter, Feb. 5, 1750.

Chapter of accidents.[353-2]

Letter, Feb. 16, 1753.

I assisted at the birth of that most significant word "flirtation," which dropped from the most beautiful mouth in the world.

The World. No. 101.

Unlike my subject now shall be my song; It shall be witty, and it sha'n't be long.

Impromptu Lines.

The dews of the evening most carefully shun,— Those tears of the sky for the loss of the sun.

Advice to a Lady in Autumn.

The nation looked upon him as a deserter, and he shrunk into insignificancy and an earldom.

Character of Pulteney.

He adorned whatever subject he either spoke or wrote upon, by the most splendid eloquence.[353-3]

Character of Bolingbroke.

FOOTNOTES:

[352-3] W. Lowndes, Secretary of the Treasury in the reigns of King William, Queen Anne, and King George the Third.